The Lycan’s Savage Luna (Wren Tristan & Killian) Book PDF Free

Wren’s POV The Moonlight Hall shimmered. Wolves from every bloodline bowed in reverence, their breaths trembling as the drums of the Luna Ceremony thundered through the night. And I stood at the center of it all-barefoot, veiled in white moon-silk, the sacred mark glowing faintly on my wrist. In a few more breaths, I would…

And in that moment, I understood. She’d already set something in motion. Celestine Ward, my aunt’s daughter-taken in by my parents after her mother’s death-my cousin by blood and foster sister by name, the Moonvale darling, my rival by fate, was never content unless she was standing on the ruins of my joy. The Luna…

Men’s fear-bright, sharp, defiant. Down by the riverbank, under the flickering streetlight, a scene unfolded. A delicate figure surrounded by rogues-filthy half-breeds with too much lust and too little brain. But it wasn’t the danger that caught me. It was her. She moved like a cornered flame-fragile, fierce, heartbreakingly beautiful. Her dress was torn, her…

No one cared about the Alpha’s daughter covered in dirt and blood. “Why would you hit your sister?” Alpha Remus’s voice roared again, shaking the chandelier. I lifted my chin, tasting iron. “Then why did you hit me?” He froze for a fraction of a second. I smiled without warmth. “You taught me that, didn’t…

Clever bitch. If I hadn’t walked in to confess nothing, she’d have gotten away with it. Celestine, of course, chose forgiveness. Because that’s what she does best-turn other wolves’ sins into the stage for her own sainthood. Aine’s dancing career was over, but she didn’t seem to care. Her scent was cold, her expression unreadable,…

He’d broken that vow. Alpha Remus cleared his throat, the edge gone from his voice. “Come home for supper tonight, Wren. We’ll make your favorites.” Lykos shifted uncomfortably. “Those rogues got caught, right?” The enforcer nodded. Fenrir’s tone turned hard. “Then I demand they face full punishment. And the male who saved my sister-his name?…

I laughed when I heard that. Wolves like me weren’t made for happy endings. When I arrived at the Moonvale mansion that night, the old scent of the house hit me hard-cedar oil, polished oak, and faint traces of Celestine’s rose perfume. The servant who opened the door froze for a second. “Miss Wren…” she…

That was the final provocation. I rose, my height towering over the table, fur bristling along my spine, a wolf’s fury behind my gaze. I threw myself into the table, sending dishes, soup, and steam cascading over them. Chaos erupted. I glared at my family, teeth bared, eyes burning red. Every word I spat carried…

The bottle of pills lay scattered across the stone-far from her hand. And Celestine… She stood by the window, pale, trembling, lips curved in the faintest smile. “You’re back,” she whispered. “It happened so fast.” That smile haunts me still. I lunged at her. I don’t remember much-only the taste of blood, the sound of…

He was still… beautiful in a dangerous way. The kind of beauty that burned. “Damn,” I muttered before catching myself and jerking my head away, cheeks heating. “You’re lucky you’re half-dead, or I’d let you bleed out just for being that distracting.” He stirred then, voice rough and low, laced with dark amusement. “Is that…